Xu Ping's expression changed, he stood up on guard, then operated the Bone Shaping Skill, transforming into a stranger.
In the Black Mist Mountain Range, the danger of demon beasts is only a part.
Every year, countless cultivators are not killed by demon beasts, but by their own kind.
A few breaths later.
In the light gray mist, a disheveled man flew low, black aura swirling around him, his face deathly pale unlike a human's, and his pupils dark and gloomy.
The aura around his body had reached the Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment.
"Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator? Troublesome." Xu Ping's heart sank.
If it were an Early-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, he wouldn't be afraid, but a Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, he wasn't confident in killing.
"Senior!" Xu Ping saw him gracefully land, and saluted with clasped hands.
